How bad are you yearning for it?

I was told today,

Of the Earth's story,

I was told today,

That I was now,

30 years old,

That at this point,

We start asking,

What do I want from life?

What can I ask for?

You're experienced,

You know the ropes,

What can I claim?

And I just want to say,

That it was never my intention,

To choose a direction,

Was never my intention,

To dream,

Was never my intention,

To choose something,

For myself.

No, my emotions,

They were simply there,

The direction,

Hot damn,

It was always leaning!

This way, quick!

But maybe you’re right,

Maybe,

I should settle.

Yeah,

I’ll think about it.

Now that I'm thinking about it,

What was at 40 again?

A dream fulfilled?